Early AM

After
reaching
the waterfront
she settled on the old concrete
bulkhead next door
I at the end of the dock

Maisie rested
against my hip as
Fox and I regarded each other
from a suitable distance

A few water birds
passed lazily overhead but
did not disturb

And so we sat
ignoring, and wondering
about each other
different worlds momentarily connected

The tide was going out –
not so much as to be noticed
except for the patterns made by the water
as it moved past occasional broken pieces of reed

Early morning respite